By October, my parents and I would move out of the Kingwood village subdivision of Elm Grove back into Forest Cove, to this new house property that was being constructed for us under contract, which we have lived in ever since, apart from other things that would come up, which I will tell about as we move further through my life story. The construction had been overseen by a shady house builder; Rick Witten, still turned out all right, despite some aspects my parents found wrong with the final product. Late in that year, or during early 1989, I would leave Humble Learning Center for a while, and enter into Kingwood High School, into this Special Services class taught by Mrs. Paula Ferguson, who had an aide at the time named Mrs. Ducote (due-coatee), her first name I do not remember. Paths would cross there with another former Creekwood classmate; Michael Grantham. We also had a vocational counselor who would hold sessions in the class; Barbara Dillard. Grantham seemed to have first dibs on this female classmate whom he must have considered a girlfriend; Donna Guilbeau. Any time that I tried to go visit her, riding my bicycle to her home, somehow he got wind of it, as did Mrs. Ferguson, and thus I had to return to my home! I guess I couldn't win for losing in the relationship arena at the time. Mrs. Ferguson would also get wind of my attempts to visit another female classmate; Kristen Lindy.
In September 1989, while in the early weeks of my tenth grade school year, I would complete another video project; The David Gill Special. The idea had been thought up as my answer to the late-night show Wheel Of Fortune host Pat Sajak hosted which premiered Monday, January 9th of that year; The Pat Sajak Show. Also I would complete a family Thanksgiving/Christmas video project. Job training would be ventured into during this high school year, including the polishing of chrome in the refrigerator freezer sections of a Randall's grocery store location. Somewhere in that same year, or the following year of 1990, the curiosity interest of urinating outside would be revisited, including and especially with a classmate named Craig, who had a speech impediment.
Other job training sites that school year would include the Holiday Foods grocery store location near the school, which is now an H-E-B supermarket, and the Kingwood United Methodist Church. In Holiday Foods, we did jobs like shelf stocking, return returnables. But this school year would prove to be too much for me, and I soon returned to Humble Learning Center in September 1990, after abandoning Kingwood High School that Spring.
Here are some side notes about medical appointments that had nothing to do with psychiatry. In my life, I have not had many surgeries and related medical procedures. The first serious one I had, apart from a shot for the aforementioned neighbor's dog bite in circa May 1980, had been this surgical removal of an ingrown toenail from my left foot's big toe in 1987. In 1989 or 1990, I had my first colonoscopy after finding blood in my stool, the culprit of that being this fissure near the rectum that still exists today, which will be dealt with in a medical appointment in the near future. My wisdom teeth would be extracted in 1990. I've not had many diseases, ailments either. Somewhere in the late 1970s-early 1980s, I had my one and only case of chicken pox. Any other diseases, ailments I had, you would have to ask my mother on those if you ever meet her in person. More about medical procedures later on in my autobiography.
Now for a few words about animation voice-over actors I have communicated with, especially over the phone, during 1987 and early 1988, I spoke with the voice of Yogi Bear, Huckleberry Hound, Snagglepuss, Elroy Jetson, and many other characters; Daws Butler (Birth name: Charles Dawson Butler, born in Ohio in 1916.). He had also sent me in the mail this signed drawing of him with the characters he voiced, this pamphlet sheet and cassette titled About Acting-Daws Butler. Mom has told me that he had said I definitely had a skill for doing character voices that should be furthered, as had the thought speech voice of comic strip cat Garfield; Lorenzo Music, in my phone calls with him and his mail responses to my fan mail, including an autographed photo with Garfield standing in front of him! You couldn't see much of his bearded face, being covered with a cap and sunglasses, though I have since seen other photos of him where his face was not obstructed like that. He passed away in August 2001, Daws Butler in May 1988. When my parents and I had vacationed in Los Angeles, California as told about in an earlier chapter, I could have met Daws at the Hanna-Barbera Studios had I called him while staying there, which I regretfully didn't do. Maybe I had been nervous to do so. I wish also that I had tried to find out to contact Mel Blanc, who would sadly pass away the year after Daws Butler did.
Returning now to my life in 1990, during that Summer, Mom would have this retired school teacher; Ione Ragland, come and sit me during the day. Further time would also be spent in the Humble Learning Center, until about the Spring of 1991. By then, I would enter into the University Of Texas' Day Alternatives For The Dually Diagnosed (D.A.D.D.) program, hosted by Lee Kinal and supervised by Dr. Kay R. Lewis. We went on many outings, I did tasks like collating papers for Lee, went on job training assignments such as for the Muscular Dystrophy Association, working in their office building. When that mid-Summer arrived, I cracked, and thus psychiatric hospitalization reared its ugly head again, this time around at a then-new facility near Laurelwood Hospital in The Woodlands. Further rounds of Prozac were employed, I also had my share of restraining incidents. Once I had even kicked Dr. John Cassidy's foot in one of my meetings with him! Many times when they had activities, I had really wished that they would leave me alone. But that wasn't the only time that year I would be hospitalized for psychiatric reasons. It would happen again just after my 20th birthday, which had been a pleasant day going out to eat at The Spaghetti Warehouse for dinner and having cake afterwards, getting driven to and from that restaurant in a limousine. That second hospital stay of the year, where I went to HCA Greenbriar Hospital, would continue into January 1992, at which time I would be whisked off to stay in this group home living situation called Behavior Training Research (BTR) in Manvel, Texas outside Houston, and believe me, it was the worst group home situation I have ever lived in! There had been my share of fights with staff where I would get restrained, one of those times they had me on the tile floor of my group home's kitchen for thirteen minutes! Fortunately, my parents and I worked things out and I got to move out of there back to our house. The only good memory I carry from there is when I had gotten to play this drum set that another group home resident owned.
Unfortunately, the psychiatric hospital stays would not end with the experience in HCA Greenbriar Hospital. That Spring and Summer, I would spend time in another HCA hospital; HCA Gulf Pines Hospital on west F.M. 1960. (F.M. in this case means Farm To Market Road.) When I entered their day outpatient program after my stay there had ended, I would have another day that stands out in my memory; my first and only grand mal seizure on Monday, June 29th, 1992. The medical staff had said that it occurred because of sleep deprivation, even though I know I had tried to sleep the night before and just couldn't do it. It was during my hospital stay there that I would meet who had been the person in charge of the Autistic Treatment Center in San Antonio, Texas at that time; Susan Paige Fuller, which would become my next group home living type situation that Fall, sharing a duplex with two roommates and one houseparent.
One of those houseparents; Jimmy Roan, from California, who had a twin brother, I did not get along so well with, but I fared better with who took over the job full-time sometime later; James Tynes. Even there, I had my restraining incidents. But we also had pleasant outings such as going to movies at the shopping mall movie theater, going swimming at the YMCA.
The following year; 1993, had its mix of good and bad occasions. Another psychiatric hospital stay would be experienced, in the facility adjacent to my then-psychiatry doctor; Dr. Kenneth Lee Matthews, in the University Of Texas At San Antonio Health Science Center. Later that May, my video production interest would become active again with recording our vacation in Orlando, Florida to Walt Disney World and Universal Studios, getting titled Fantastic Florida Fling! The resort my parents and I stayed in was called Disney Dixie Landings, its lodging looked like it were situated in a swamp bayou, the lodging quarters themselves looked like Southern plantations. At Universal Studios Florida, I rode the attraction called The E.T. Adventure, lucking out on getting to sit in the front bicycle that contained the basket with E.T. in it! In the Fall of that year, we would take a vacation in Arkansas, especially because of a documentary video project I would do while we stayed there; A Visit To The Real Evening Shade. My interest in that small town got piqued after viewing the situation comedy television series; Evening Shade, that Burt Reynolds had for four seasons on CBS (1990-1994). Initially, I didn't like it, but eventually it grew on me. Then again, it's not a sitcom I would recommend to people. The creator; Linda Bloodworth-Thomason and her husband Harry, have been partners in crime to Bill and Hillary Clinton, they also came from Arkansas like they did, and they are also looney Liberals like that couple to boot!
In late January 1994, just as it looked like I were about to start living in my own duplex in San Antonio, Dad decided to bring me back home to Kingwood, Texas, thus pulling me out of the Autistic Treatment Center! At least I had gotten some job training in the San Antonio Credit Union, working in their basement floor mail room during the year before that. A few months after returning to Kingwood, I would finally graduate from Kingwood High School in the Humble Independent School District in May with a vocational diploma, then in the late Summer, enter into Kingwood Community College, now called Lone Star Community College, taking courses in Desktop Publishing, Keyboarding, and other computer related subjects. The next chapter will cover 1996 and the first ten years of the 2000s.